Pintel looks down, astonished that a knife had slipped so easily between his ribs, that he hadn't somehow gotten his gun out first. Rum must've made him slow. He hears Ragetti break out of the stupor first and fling himself at Pintel's attacker, howling in rage.
Stupid git. He'll get himself killed. Pintel tastes blood even as his hand fumbles, raises the pistol for a clear shot.
Ragetti's fists swing, landing a vicious blow and it's returned with interest. Giorgo follows up with a kick that sends the younger pirate on his back. Pintel fires.
There is no motion for a while, nothing but choking and gasping as Ragetti gets his feet back under him, sore but still ready to fight. Pintel puts his arm out and the lad freezes.
Giorgo stands, touching the hole in his chest with the same expression Pintel must have had. Doesn't so much as grimace. And Pintel knew the damn bullet went in, knew at that range it should have caused more than blood to come out. The knife in Pintel's side clatters to the deck.
No blood.
Nothing.
Something's gone screwy.